Saturday, May 7, 2016

Owen Michael: My Gentle Giant


When most people (including myself) think of a child in kindergarten, they think of a small young child barely out of diapers, and not of a child that can pass as a 3rd grader.

On the left is my precious Owen Michael (aka Caveman, Romeo, Casanova, o'Mike, and now also the Gentle Giant), as he is enjoying his outside field day.  His friend on the right is our typical normal sized kindergartner.


Yesterday, Romeo celebrated with Jackie at their special Mother's Day celebration at school.  Jackie is 5'3" tall.  Kind of odd to see her youngest son just shy of her shoulders, and Jackie is in boots which makes her 5'5" in this picture.


This is one of killer Casanova's many young girl friends.  I forget her name, but at ball games, they are virtually inseparable, and she is gorgeous.  Football, basketball, baseball; he could care less about the games, as his focus is "off the field".  If you want to find Owen, just look for the prettiest little girls.  They will be next to him.  Guaranteed.


With another young friend from his class, playing some kind of game.  Owen is the life of the party.  It starts when he enters the room.  Standing a full head taller than all of his classmates, our clown prince has the charm to engage everyone around him.  He has such an awesome personality to go with his great looks.


And here is Owen with his big brother 3rd grader Will Parker, whom is not a shortie either, but hard to believe that there is 2.5 years separating them in age.  Owen is as tall or taller than half of WP's 3rd grade classmates.


I love you Owen Michael.  You make me laugh and smile whenever I am with you.  I love your personality.  Since you were 2, I have predicted (as numerous blogs will attest), that you will be 6'5" tall, which is 2" taller than your Uncle Daniel.

However, after now seeing these pictures, I might have to rethink that, as you could very easily end up at 6'8".  And if I can convince you to play baseball, wow, I would love to be your Agent to help you negotiate your $50 million dollar pitching deal for the KC Royals. :-)

I am a blessed man.

Friday, May 6, 2016

McDonald's Breakfast


I enjoy McDonald's breakfast sandwiches 3-4 mornings a week.  Their hash brown though (they stole the idea from Arby's) is crap; and I have no idea why a mega-trillion dollar company would not have upgraded that poc by now.

Of course, these are their world famous French fries.  Just recently, I went in for breakfast really late at 10:35 in the morning.  They serve fries at 10:30.  Not at 10:29, as then you can only get the poc hash brown with your breakfast sandwich.

I read in the WSJ that McD sales are way up from adding all day breakfast.  Seems a simple fix to me that their sales would go up even more if they sold fries all day too, and got rid of their Arby's potato wedge.

This is the way breakfast should be; with french fries, and not that hash brown thing. :-)



Thursday, May 5, 2016

Emma Jo (Spaz)


This is Emma Jo, my youngest granddaughter.  She told me that she wore boots for this photo because "I like your boots Pappy", and then when I told her how pretty she looked in blue, she said "I wore blue for you Pappy because blue is your favorite color."

With comments like that, how can any Pappy worth his salt not just melt under her spell?

My oh my, my grandchildren know how to steal my heart!  And I love it . . .


As you probably remember, I love to cook; the more fancy and complicated the better.  For the last 2 years though, I have been so overly busy in my life, that I am lucky to cook one fancy meal a month (not counting grilling).

Last Sunday night, we had the girls over for dinner, and Emma Jo took the opportunity to decorate my unused menu board.  Emma loves art, to draw, to color, to be creative.  But, she also loves math (and appears to be great at it), which is a true dichotomy to loving art and creativity as the two of those rarely mix and are in great contrast to each other.

Upon seeing her art board, my 'hart' leapt, and it was time again to lavish multiple kisses upon those precious little lips and cheeks. (Emma Jo loves to kiss me too), and don't you know that that is just pure torture for me . . . :-)

She was laying on the floor coloring, and I made the comment to Nini "she is almost 42", and without missing a beat, Emma Jo said "so she's 41", and I didn't even know she was listening. 

Then later on, she was sitting in my lap and I was teaching her how to play WWF; which is a fun and highly analytical game of letters.  In less than 5 minutes, she had found 10 word combos on the board, and then when she saw this line up in this order:  K U L Y, she said "we only need a C, and we could spell LUCKY", to which I said "Wow Spaz, you saw that! That's great, you are absolutely correct."

I love you  Emma Jo with all of my hart!

I am a blessed man.

Sunday, May 1, 2016

If I Were The Devil: Please Share


In 1965, Paul Harvey broadcast “If I Were The Devil.”  It is amazing that over 50 years ago how accurately he “prophesied” the future spiritual condition of the United States. 

Many of his statements were considered ridiculously outlandish at that time in history.  Yet, here is where we are and find ourselves today in 2016, with astonishing 100% accuracy of everything that has come true since his broadcast . . .

PAUL HARVEY’S ‘IF I WERE THE DEVIL’ 
 
"If I were the devil … If I were the Prince of Darkness, I’d want to engulf the whole world in darkness.  And I’d have a third of it’s real estate, and four-fifths of its population, but I wouldn’t be happy until I had seized the ripest apple on the tree — Thee.

So I’d set about however necessary to take over the United States.  I’d subvert the churches first — I’d begin with a campaign of whispers. With the wisdom of a serpent, I would whisper to you as I whispered to Eve: ‘Do as you please’, there are no rules, especially with sex and whom you have it with, or of which of the sexes you have it with, even if it is both.

To the young, I would whisper that ‘The Bible is a myth.’  I would convince them thru schools, cultural warping, rewriting the history of America's founders, and the media that man created God instead of the other way around.  I would confide that what’s bad is good, and that what’s good is ‘bad.’  And for the old and older, I would teach them to pray after me, ‘Our Father, which art in Washington, give me this day my daily bread…’

And then I’d get organized.  I’d educate authors in how to make lurid literature exciting, so that anything else would appear dull and uninteresting.  I’d spice up TV with dirty movies, 100's of unfiltered channels, and vice versa.  I’d pedal narcotics to whom I could.  I’d sell alcohol to ladies and gentlemen of distinction.  I’d tranquilize the rest with pills.

If I were the devil I’d soon have families at war with themselves with 2/3rd's of marriages ending in divorce, 4/5th's of children raised in broken homes and paid child care, and not stop until churches were at war with themselves, and nations were at war with themselves; until each in its turn was consumed by each other.  I would make sure that this would lead to the acceptance of 100's of millions of babies able to be legally murdered before they could be born.

I would wreck the economy by having politicians trap corporations with the need for higher profit, and I'd create runaway inflation, an uncountable national debt, and the inability of Dad to provide for his family financially without Mom also working full time.

And with promises of higher ratings I’d have mesmerizing media fanning the flames.  If I were the devil I would encourage schools to refine young intellects, but neglect to discipline emotions — no, just let those run wild, no more corporal punishment in school or at the home, until before you knew it, children would be shooting children, adults would be shooting children, and you’d have to have drug sniffing dogs and metal detectors at every schoolhouse door.

Within a decade I’d have prisons overflowing, I’d have judges promoting pornography — and then soon after I could evict God from the courthouse, then from the schoolhouse, and then from the houses of Congress.

And in His own churches I would substitute psychology for religion, and deify science.  I would lure priests and pastors into misusing boys and girls, and church money, and would have adultery running rampant between the pulpit and the pews.  I would make it look like the people that go to church are no different in life than the ones that don't.

If I were the devil I’d make the symbols of Easter an egg and the symbol of Christmas a fat man in a red suit, commercialized, and hated by the time it arrived each year.

If I were the devil I’d take from those who have, and give to those that want until I had killed the incentive of the ambitious to create a society of socialism.  And what do you bet that I could get whole states to promote gambling as the way to get rich by promising better schools?

I would caution against extremes and hard work and patriotism and moral conduct.  I would convince the young that marriage is old-fashioned, that swinging single from night to night is more fun, that what you see from women on magazines, in movies, and on the TV is the way to be.

I would promote multi-culturalism and alternative lifestyles as the norm, and would entice people to coexist and live in peace and harmony with drugs, mysticism, and to love the earth, and to listen to trees. 

And thus I could undress you in public, and I could lure you into bed each night with new diseases for which there is no cure.

In other words, if I were the devil I’d just keep right on doing on what he’s doing.

Paul Harvey, good day.”

Saturday, April 30, 2016

WP & Baseball









In one month, WP will be attending his 4th KC Royals baseball game with me. This time, it will be with 16 other members of our family too.  I love baseball; you might remember it is my favorite sport.  And I love this little boy.  He is a precious child, and is learning to play pitcher and 1st base.  The games are slow at this age, but I love to watch him.  I am so proud of him.

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Randomness


Once our new home is completed in about 3 months; I vow to return to cooking, something that I love to do. Here are 3 of my most recent cookbook acquisitions.  Multiple dozens of new dishes awaiting to be analyzed, conquered, and consumed.  (Proper credit must be given to Pam for the magnificent crock pot roast prepared last evening). 




Growacet capsules. What the Republican party has been missing for a long long long time. Currently consumed in mega doses by The Donald. Good lesson for other aspiring weenie candidates: Send political correctness speech back to the bowels of hell. 

I like Ted Cruz a lot, and his rhetoric resonates with my beliefs.  But, if Cruz does not win the nomination, I will be voting for The Donald, as the USA does not need a female criminal running things. 



I don't miss cats; but I was able to tolerate them for my daughters sakes.  We had several cats, and though I don't remember all of their names, this picture perfectly encapsulates the normal life of a devil cat that once lived in our home.

 



Laura Ingraham is the most-listened-to woman in America on political talk radio. At age 53, she is brilliant, beautiful, bold; and shockingly ~ still single. Her show "The Laura Ingraham Show" is ranked in radio's Top 10 talk shows, and is heard coast-to-coast in 225 markets.  (Tulsa AM1170).

She is the author of several New York Times bestsellers including: The Obama Diaries, Power to the People, Shut Up & Zing, and The Hillary Trap. She is a regular contributor on the Fox News Channel and a substitute host on The O'Reilly Factor.

Laura is a former white-collar defense attorney and Supreme Court law clerk.  She is a breast-cancer survivor and a passionate supporter of our military troops. She resides in Washington, DC with her three adopted foreign-national children: Maria, Dmitri and Nikolai.

Mainly because of her acerbic wit combined with her staccato delivery; she is my new favorite political commentator (though I also still love Sean, Rush, Michael, Michael, Rush, Glenn, and twin sister Ann).

~

Saturday, March 5, 2016

Fishing


Kelly Wood is a good friend of mine.  He is also a professional fisherman.  This is his jersey that he wears during tournaments, and the cool thing about this jersey is the logo of our company that shows on the lower right corner.  He also placed our logo on the windshield of his bass boat; a rig so bad and beautiful (for a boat) that it makes fish swim right up to it.

My Dad is a fisherman.  Primarily a Canadian fisherman, as he goes there once a year to fish.  He has done so well up there over the years that he was awarded the Master Angler award; which I blogged about a few years ago.  Dad does not fish locally.

For me; I fished as a young teenager from the shore lines of ponds and caught some really nice crappie.  But, after that, pretty much walked away from the sport, and over the last 45 years, have only fished 4-5 times.  It sincerely is not that I don't like to fish, I just never took a shine to it.  I prefer things that are high energy, risky, high impact, fast.  (Like racquetball and roller coasters).

But, in the same breath; I also love to read and write, and though I don't spend enough time doing either ~ it is still a low volume form of stress relief.  And back on the high energy side, I love to listen to super loud high energy music, and watch loud guy movies.  (Pam says I am going deaf).  Maybe so, but I still love the sound of loud when it comes to explosions and music. 

I do have a bit of a dichotomy to myself ~ but who doesn't?

Kelly is about to start up his next season of fishing.  He will stay on the tournament swing through November, and will work 5 to 7 days a week for these 9 months; then not do much for Dec/Jan/Feb.

Last year, Kelly was ranked #51 in the nation.  He expects to break into the Top 50 this year, and has a new boat set to arrive on March 17th that he is salivating about.  This is a sponsored boat, and he now gets a new one every 1-2 years from his sponsors.

Good luck Kelly!  Hope this is your best year ever. 

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Harlem Globetrotters




As a young boy, the original Meadowlark Lemon / Curly O'Neal Harlem Globetrotters came to the Phillips 66 gym in Bartlesville, and entertained me and everyone in the sell-out crowd for what seemed like all night.  (I'd never been so tightly packed into anything like this before). It probably was only a few hours; but I did not want the night to end. The antics, the laughs, the incredible ball handling skills, the trick shots, the more laughs; it was all so much fun. Great family entertainment; so sorely lacking in today's world.

Fast forward 50 years, and I am at the BOK two Friday nights ago with 15 members of our family enjoying the latest rendition of the HG troupe.  The night was just as awesome.  We started the evening with a large family meal at Spaghetti Warehouse (meal was forgettable, but the companionship was superlative), as we also got to celebrate Ava's 10th birthday.

The evening performance by the HG was enjoyable from start to finish, and focused on the kids all night.  Special things were done for the children before, during, and after the game.  They had been in town all week doing civic and charitable work, and had another game scheduled at the BOK on Sunday afternoon.

Half time was a special group of kids doing "Thriller" (yes, that Thriller), and they did great.  Then there was a group of extra special 5-10 year olds (boys and girls) that go to this special basketball school to learn basketball skills, etc.  They too put on an amazing performance.  (They were not special as in mentally or physically retarded, they were special as in talent).

The sad part about the whole evening was the attendance.  There were less than 3,000 people at the event.  I knew going in that it was not going to be a sell out; but I never would have thought it would have been so poorly attended.

My grandkids LOVED the night as much as their Pappy.  I only hope that the next time they come to town that the crowd will be larger.  Children of today need nights of escape like this to make memories.  Memories that will last 50+ years, like they have with me.

Now THIS is what I call fun!

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Mom's


My daughters are such good Moms.  The raven haired bombshell beauty with the killer smile on my left is Angela (35), who is Mom to Ava (10), and Emma (7).  The gorgeous blond with the killer smile on my right is Jackie (almost 37), (not to be confused with my wife), who is Mom to Will (9), and Owen (6).

That's me in the middle; shocker that I'm only 40 in this picture.  I am known to my daughters as Dad, Pappy, and "The Man In The Hat".  The last one is a moniker that just keeps popping up everywhere in my circles of influence; so I'll just go with it.

I had to dine alone a few weeks ago for dinner; and Chick-Fil-A was my location of choice (2 original sandwiches sans pickles, and a chocolate shake sans whipped cream) did me just fine for the evening.

I was surrounded by Moms.  And young children.  Seriously everywhere.  I do numbers; you know that.  While enjoying my food, I did analysis of numbers of course.  Pam would be have been figuring out what was going on in their lives; I just wanted to play with numbers...

Mom jeans #1 (30?) to my right had 2 daughters, both incredibly well behaved, like both of my daughters were.

Mom jeans #2 (35?) to my right, immediately in front of Mom jeans #1, had 4 sons (I am one of four sons), and 3 of the 4 were hanging from the ceiling, the window, and the underside of the table.  1 of them was obedient, and he was the darling of his Momma's eye.  He reminded me of Will.  

Mom (professionally dressed) #3 (27?) directly in front of me had 1 son and 1 daughter, neither older than 3, and this young Mom was super stressed.  She must have had a challenging day at work.

Mom (also professionally dressed) #4 (30?) directly behind Mom jeans #2, and 2 sons, and 1 daughter; and they were continually hitting and running from playground to food, food to playground, and playground to food.  The Mom never looked up from her texts the entire time I was there.  The daughter was boss Mom (like Ava), and was doing her best to make sure her siblings ate while playing.

Mom (also professionally dressed) #5 (40?) sitting behind me had 1 teenage son.  This son was quite engaging, and I heard him talking to his Mom during the whole meal.  He reminded me of Owen.

Mom (shabby dressed) #6 (45?) had a big table pushed end to end, with 6! children (3 boys, and 3 girls) crowded around the table.  I can't imagine trying to corral 6! children (ages 2 to 12) in a place like this.  2 of the 6 were ADD, 2 of the 6 were quiet as church mice, and 2 of the 6 were constantly in a state of fighting with each other.  This Mom looked stressed beyond her years.  Her Emma though is the only child that made her smile, as she whispered things into her Mom's ear a few times that only her Mom could hear.

My analysis determined:

1) Where were the Dad's?  None of these 6 families had a Dad present.  Were they still at work?  It was 6:30.  Or, quite possibly, were these all single Mom's?  Or both?  Since the divorce rate in the USA is now at 70%, that means that 4 of these 6 were probably single Moms; a sad-sad situation.

2) These 6 families had a total of 18 children for an average of 3.  Throw out the high of 6, and the low of 1, remainder of 11 into 4 leaves 2.75 as a mean.  My sample group was not large enough, or we might have had the national average of 2.4, though there were 30 other families (minimum) with children that I did not process by evaluation.

3) That I was (and am) thankful that Pam never worked outside the home while we were raising our daughters.  And, that neither of my daughters have worked outside the home either by raising their sons and daughters. 

I understand that most Moms have to work in today's world, especially the single Mom's.  Which is another thing that I am so thankful for; my daughter's marriages.  Jackie is rocking along at 15 years, and Angela has clocked in at 10 years and counting.

I love you girls.  Thanks for being such great Moms to my grandkids.  I probably don't say it enough like I used to all the time when you were younger.  But, I am so very proud of you. 

I love you each with all my heart.

I am a blessed man.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Barbie's & Johnny Depp






Being a daughter Daddy, I was never ashamed to do girlie things (and still am not as a Pappy), as I was never too macho to not let my daughter's cry in my arms, or see them in their bra, or provide natural intimidation with idiot teenage boys who were hanging around too long.  (I know I will be the same way with these 2 near-perfect granddaughters :-).)

I was definitely always willing to wear pink.  Hot pink is actually one of my favorite colors, and though the shirt is worn out and not yet replaced; I used to wear this incredible hot pink dress shirt, and get compliments (and questions) each time I wore it.

As a daughter Daddy, we watched Troop Beverly Hills so many times that I knew the lines almost as well as Christmas Vacation.  And we never missed an episode of Full House; though it was one of the most poorly acted shows ever produced for TV.  Plus, we never missed an episode of the Cosby Show, which was definitely funnier when the Cosby's kids were young.  The show grew long in the tooth though with the stupid teen stories and the even worse teen actors.  Oh the pain.

I am comfortable in my manhood, and if that means wearing pink, loving little girls, and playing Barbie's with them; then so be it. 

A few weeks ago, Pam was away one evening, and so I invited myself over to dinner at Angela's house, which brought me the added bonus of being able to arrive early and play Barbie with my granddaughters. (I was channeling my inner Johnny Depp, who, before he went all super-duper-stupid and left his wife and daughters for a younger prettier plaything, he used to escape into the land of Barbie with his daughters to handle the stress of his life.)  It really does reduce the stress; so he should have played with them more frequently; because then perhaps he wouldn't have been sidetracked with his little miss flavor of the month.

The top picture are the two Barbies that I dressed over a 40 minute time frame. This was high fashion time, let me tell you. The girls picked the outfits for me, and made sure that the accessories matched. They gave me the shoes, the purses, the jewelry, the hair ties, etc.  They even provided me with a comb so that I could brush the hair to make it look better.  It took quite the effort of outfit selection for each model to be exactly right from head to toe. And, my girls knew it!  They may only be 7 & 10, but they are 100% girlie-girl, and they know fashion!

The playhouse was a Christmas gift, and wow! is it ever a palace.  I loved listening to the girls talk to each other in Barbie language as they moved from room to room.

I love you girls.  Thanks for letting me crash your party.  It was so much fun!

I am a blessed man :-).

P.S. While dressing these Barbie's, it dawned on me that these long slender shapely legs looked like a popular woman's legs seen frequently on Sunday Night Football and from singing in close to a 100 music videos.  Yep, these are Carrie's legs.  The Barbie company must have hired Carrie as their leg model.

Saturday, January 23, 2016

School Lunch: Wow!




Yesterday, I had the honor of joining each of my granddaughter's for their school lunch period.  Can't say hour, as it is a fast-paced, well orchestrated 15 minutes of chaos.  Even with very little talking between us, 15 minutes is not very long.

What I was amazed at most was how the nutritional value of school lunches has changed.  Case in point:

The cheeseburger was made with a whole wheat bun, with fresh tomato slices and lettuce.  It was served with a bag of baby carrots and a side salad.  The salad had fresh spinach leaves, cherry tomatoes, and all the dressing choices were low-fat.  For the milk, the only option is fat-free; but I chose a bottle of water. 

There was no dessert; instead the choices were whole apples, or whole oranges, or cut strawberries. 

Yes, there were still a few nasty things like horrendous french fries or mac & cheese; both of these choices would leave you gagging.

All in all though; these school lunches were a massive improvement over what I remember them having been in the past.

~

My first lunch was with Emma Jo, and she was walking dutifully down the hall towards the doors when she saw me.  She immediately broke formation and began running from 20 yards away to leap into my arms from 10 yards out and give me an incredible, very long bear hug and some great kisses.  She is my little lover; she gives me such great affection.  Never embarrassed about it, and always so sincere.  It warms/melts my heart, and I would die without it.  Her beaming smile lit up the whole area.

We talked and chatted and I was holding her in the lunch line when I realized that we were being watched . . ., so I put her down and let her walk by me.  Which is when the cascade of comments begin from the other children "Is that your Dad? Are you her Daddy? Why are you so tall? I'm Adrian; what's your name? to which I answered 'Pappy'".  2 teachers said "thanks Dad, it means a lot to these kids when their parents come, and "we're glad you're here today Dad."

But, for those of you that might be wondering.  I am not her Dad.  I am her Pappy.  I look my age, and how horrible I would feel if at my age, I actually had a daughter Emma's age.  Thanks for the thinking I am her Dad, but really?

The fast 15 flew by, and Emma then took me to her room, showed me where she sits in class, and introduced me to a few of her friends.  I was obviously the novelty show of the day, as I've never seen Emma with so many sudden friends that wanted to get a look at this man she was with.  Yes, I do know what it feels like to have 100 little eyes on you all at the same time.  Kind. Of. Creepy.

Next up was Ava Corinne, and her entrance is 180 degrees different that Emma's.  I did not want to embarrass Ava, so I asked her if it was ok for me to hug her, and she said yes, but I did not overdo it (as I am prone to do when around both of them).  I did however steal a few kisses on top of her head.  She smiled and rolled her eyes.  Her smile is infectious!

Our meal was the same; though this time I gave away my carrots to Ava.  The lunch area was more quiet than a whisper.  Ava told me it was because a large food-fight had ensued the previous day.  Playground privileges had been suspended as a means of discipline, and instead, all students had to sit in the hall for 20 minutes of recess, and not utter a peep.  And this was after not being able to speak during the lunch break.

I heard first hand the lunch lady at the microphone explaining the rules, and let me tell you, Marge the Sarge did a good job with her commanding voice of putting the fear of God back into this Godless school and the little minions sitting sheepishly at the table crunching on their carrots.  I can't imagine what the foot fight looked like; but it must have been bad.

Ava told me (without my prompting) that she did NOT participate in the food fight; and that she just sat and continued to eat her lunch.  I knew she would not have participated, as she is one of the most obedient children that I have ever known.

Our fast 15 ended quickly too of course; and Ava requested that I not escort her back to class, so, not wanting to embarrass her, she gave me a good hug and kiss and we said good bye.

I love you girls.  15 minutes or not; I loved every second that I was with you.

I am a blessed man.

Friday, January 1, 2016

Favorite Songs of 2015



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These are my 12 favorite songs discovered in 2015 in my 3 favorite categories.  I say discovered because when I posted a similar blog about new songs in 2014; one of my fellow anal-retentive borderline OCD numerically-inspired friends pointed out to me in a private message that not all of my songs were from 2014.  

True. They were not; but that is either: A) when I first heard them, or B) when I fell in love with them for the first time.  And the same is true for 2015, tho most of them are all completely new music for 2015.  Remember, this is because the test of truly great music is the ability to stand the test of time.  Example, "Burning Love by Elvis Presley" is from 1959, and 56 years later, it Rocks!, so much so that after just one listen, I loved it, and it made #2 on my list of favorites for best Pop of 2015.
 

Favorite Christian

The One I'm Running To: 7th Time Down (My overall favorite song of the year)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e2BNVB_0cDI

Mercy Me: Greater
https://search.yahoo.com/yhs/search?p=mercy+me+greater&ei=UTF-8&hspart=mozilla&hsimp=yhs-002

Mercy Me: Flawless
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6ZTfL5HVSk

The World That He Sees: TSO
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMpa3_tiCA0



Favorite Pop

Maroon 5: Sugar
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=09R8_2nJtjg&list=RD09R8_2nJtjg#t=13


Elvis Presley: Burning Love
https://search.yahoo.com/yhs/search?p=elvis+presley+burning+love&ei=UTF-8&hspart=mozilla&hsimp=yhs-002


Demi Lovato: Confident

https://www.yahoo.com/music/confident-official-video-215345447.html

Walk The Moon: Shut Up & Dance With Me
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dhFvpS-I_6U




Favorite Country

Randy Houser: Goodnight Kiss
https://search.yahoo.com/yhs/search?p=randy+houser+goodnight+kiss&ei=UTF-8&hspart=mozilla&hsimp=yhs-002

Kid Rock: First Kiss
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WTCnno-3EGE

Zac Brown Band: Beautiful Drug
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hgT0wG1ODqA



Jerrod Neiman: Drink To That All Night (My overall favorite video of the year)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T1pMmg4_FWU


Happy New Year, as I look forward to the new music headed our way this year!